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An Irish Invasion 



A Comedy in One Act 



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An Irish Invasion 






CHARACTERS 

Mrs. McManus. 
Eileen, her daughter. 
Granny O'Ryan. 
Mrs. O'Donnel. 
Maggie O'DoNNEL. 
Biddy O'Donnel. 
MoiRA O'Donnel. 
Celeste. 

Scene. — Parlor in Mrs. McManus's house. 



PROPERTIES 

A book, letters, an old leather bag, a bunch of flowers. 




Copyright, 1911, by Walter H. Baker & Co. 



CCLD 25120 



An Irish Invasion 



SCENE. — Mrs. McManus's parlor. A comfortable, rather 
showy, room furnished with sofa and chairs, R. c, a table 
and armchair l. c. Pictures on wall; sofa cushions; a 
book on table ; at back a windoiv with window-seat. Efi- 
trances c. and doivn l. andix. llie curtain rises to discover 
Mrs. McM. sitting r. c, with a book in her hand. She is 
a good' looking woman and is well dressed. She yawns and 
puts dowfi the book. 

Enter Celeste, r., carrying several letters. 

Cel. Oh, madame, at last he has come, ze lettaire for which 
yon wait every day so long. 

Mrs. McM. What letter, Celeste? How do you know I 
look for any letter? 

Cel. Because I have seen madame watch and watch with 
ze so eager look in ze eye. 

Mrs. McM. Bring it here. 

(Cel. brings her letters.) 

Cel. Zis is ze lettaire from over ze big sea. And two leetle 
ones like the common kind. 

Mrs. McM. Is this all that came? 

Cel. Yes; but one for Mees Eileen, which I give her, and 
I look out ze corner of ze eye and I see her kees it— so. 

(^Kisses hand rapturously.') 

Mrs. McM. You should have brought all the letters to me 
first. Now mind you do it next time. Go and tell Miss Eileen 
I want her at once. 

Cel. Yes, madame. [Exit, l. 

(Mrs. Mci\I. breaks seal of letter, tossing the others on sofa.) 

Mrs, McM. At last. I feel sure she will consint. {Reads.) 
Yes, yes, I was right. 

3 



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(Smiles and continues to read absorb edly.^ 

Enter Eileen, l., holding a letter. She is a pretty girl of 
about eighteen^ daintily dressed, 

Eileen (eagerly). Oh, mother, I have something to tell 
you. 

Mrs. McM. But I have something very important to tell 
you. Yours can keep. It will be a big surprise to ye. 
(Eileen comes to her,) Look, here is a letter from Lady Mac- 
room. 

Eileen. A letter from Lady Macroom ? 

Mrs. McM. Listen to this, Eileen. Sit down, dear. It 
will take some telling. (Eileen sits on sofa,) A month ago 
I wrote to Lady Macroom in Oireland and asked if she would 
take you into her home and inthroduce you to society. 

Eileen. You asked her to receive me, mother? And I 
have never met her. 

Mrs. McM. That doesn't matter. 'Tis commonly done in 
the best families. Oh, of course I heard first that she was 
willing to take a pretty American girl and introduce her at 
court, providin* she was well paid for it. It means a tremen- 
jous big sum of money, but I am ready to give it. Thank 
goodness, your father made a big pile in oil. And just think 
what this will mane to you, Eileen. 

Eileen. Shall I have to go to Ireland ? 

Mrs. McM. Yes, and to London. It's there she has her 
town house. 

Eileen. But I don't want to leave all my friends here, 
mother. 

Mrs. McM. Nonsense ! You'll maybe marry a lord. 

Eileen (rising). Marry? Is that why you're going to 
send me away ? To marry, no, to be married for my money. 

Mrs. McM. Sure, any girl would be wild with joy at the idea . 
Just think of it ! Lady Macroom has a castle that stands in 
the very same little village I was born in — the village of Clog- 
heen. Many a time I've stared up at the windows, but never 
thought I'd be sendin' me own daughter to visit her. And 
'twas there in Clogheen your father was born, too. And he 
left it as a lad and came to America, and I came with him. 
Oh, Eileen, it wad be a proud day for me if you wrote me from 
Kenny Castle. 

Eileen. But mother, my grandmother is living yet, and 



AN IRISH INVASION 5 

humbly in a little cottage. Surely Lady Macroom will be too 
proud to receive her grandchild. 

Mrs. McM. Oh, I've settled all that. Three weeks ago I 
sent for my mother, sent her two hundred dollars to bring her 
out, and she may come any day now. And Lady Macroom 
needn't know that your folks come from Ciogheen if ye keep 
mum. She spends most of her time at the English court, I'm 
thinkin'. Now come, Eileen. We'll go out this minute and 
I'll order you a dozen of the handsomest gowns a girl could 
shtep in. 

Eileen. A moment, mother. May I read my letter first ? 

( Goes to window-seat and sits, reading letter. Mrs. McM. 
walks up and down the room.) 

Mrs. McM. Oh, Eileen, if ye only knew what this manes 
to me. When your father and I shtarted out first we were very 
poor, and both of us workin' hard every day ; but I always 
said, and so did he, "Eileen shan't soil her pretty hands. 
Eileen shall have an eddication and be brought up a lady." It 
was for you we saved and saved. It was for you your father 
made all his money, but he left it in my hands when he died. 
He knew I'd use it right. And I will. It's a big price to pay, 
but it's not too much for such a chance. 

Eileen (turning). Mother, I cannot go away. 

Mrs. McM. Why not, child ? 

Eileen [rising and cojfting down c). Oh, mother, here is 
a letter from Stephen asking me to be his wife. 

Mrs. McM. He may keep on askin'. 

Eileen. I'd rather marry him than any lord. I can't go 
away now. I love him. 

Mrs. McM. You're not going to disappoint me, Eileen. 
Sure, no girl would refuse such a chanst. Why, you can meet 
any one and go anywhere. 

Eileen. Oh, mother, don't send me away. Let me marry 
Stephen. 

Mrs. McM. Stephen ! He hasn't a dollar to his name 
hardly. 

Eileen (eagerly). Yes, he has. He's saved up enough to 
furnish a small house. And he's clever, he will work, and he 
truly loves me. You remember how when we were children he 
used to carry my books home from school for me ? And do 
you remember the day I fell in the lake and he pulled me out ? 



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He was only ten then and I was eight. He has never loved 
any one else. Think how faithful he's been ! 

Mrs. McM. A boy and girl courtship. Now I won't have 
any more of this, Eileen. 

Eileen. But he'll be here to-day to see me. He writes 
from New York. He couldn't wait. 

Mrs. McM. Now we're going out to see about your dresses. 
I'll get ready at once. Remember, Eileen, you'll start for the 
ould country in two weeks' time. 

Eileen. Oh, no, no, mother. \_£xif Mrs. McM., r. 

(Eileen looks at her letter again and kisses it. Goes to 
window and looks out. Voices are heard off c. Eileen 
listens.) 

Cel. No, we do not buy ze shoe laces or ze pencils or ze 
butter at ze front door. And ze lady cannot see you. She is 
ver' busy. No, no, no. 

(Cel. appears at Q,.) 

Eileen. What is it, Celeste ? 

Cel. One old woman who sells or begs, I know not 
{shrugging shoulders), at ze frontdoor. And 1 tell her **go," 
and she will not go. She say she will see Madame McManus. 
And she is ver' stubborn old woman. 

Eileen. Let her come in, Celeste. 

Cel. But madame say I must nevaire 

Eileen. Show her in here and I'll see her. I don't like 
turning old people away. 

Cel. Ver' well, m'amselle. 

{She goes otit c, reappearing at once with Granny O'Ryan. 
She is a little woman, her face is rosy, her eyes bright, her 
hair a soft gray. She wears a long, round cape, a little 
bonnet, around her neck a white handkerchief fastened 
with a big brooch. Carries a?i oldfashioned, shabby 
leather satchel and a bunch of faded flowers.) 

Granny. Norah ! {Drops her flozvers.) 
Eileen. No, my name is not Norah. I am Eileen. 

(Picks up flowers and gives them to her. ) 

Granny. Thank ye, me dear. Is this afther bein' the 
house of Mistress McManus ? 



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Eileen. Yes, Mrs. McManus lives here. 

Gkanny. Then will ye take me to her? 

Eileen. Celeste, ask mother to come. 

Cel. {tossing her head). Ver' well, m'amselle. [Exitf R. 

(Granny gazes at Cel.) 

Granny. Praise be ! She do be wan av thim Oitalyians, 
I'm thinkin*. 

Eileen. She is French. She did not understand you. 
Will you tell me who you are ? 

Granny. Shure, darlin'. I'm Bridget O'Ryan from Clog- 
heen, and I do be thinkin' you're Norah's gurl, forye'vegot the 
very eyes av her. 

Eileen. Then you're Granny ? {Runs to her.) 

Granny. And you're little Eileen that me Norah writ me 
about. {Kisses her.) 

Eileen. Oh, Granny, so you've come all the way over the 
ocean to see us ? And you'll never leave us any more ? You'll 
stay with us — with mother, I mean— for I — I am going away. 

Granny. Going away, dearie, and me just afther bavin' 
sight of your face. Oh, no, you mustn't be afther lavin' us. 
The young folks is like the sunshine to us. 

Eileen. I wish I could stay. But mother wants me to go 
to Ireland, to live in a castle and perhaps to marry a lord. 

Granny. Oh, wisha, wisha ! Lords is all very foine for 
them over there, but you'll marry the man you've gave your 
heart to, dearie. 

Eileen. Granny, I will, if you will help me. I don't want 
to leave him. 

Granny. And why for should ye be lavin' him ? {Enter 
Mrs. McM., l.) Norah! Oh, 'tis Norah hersel', and I'd 
known her anywhere. {Goes to her.) 

Mrs. McM. Mother, mother ! I am glad to see you. 
{Kisses her.) But did you come all alone ? I thought you'd 
have let me know, and I would have gone to New York to 
meet you. 

Granny. Alone, is it ? No. I came with the McAllisters 
and the O'Donnels, and grand company they was for me all 
the way acrost. 

Mrs. McM. Come and sit down. My, it's good to see 
you again, mother. Eileen, take these flowers and the bag. 
This is your grandchild, mother. 



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Granny. Sure, it's Eileen and meself is acquainted al- 
ready. And I'm that glad she's going to be with us to cheer 
us up and to take me about in this shtrange city. And it'll be 
foine for the O'Donnel girls when they meet her, for I make 
sure they'll be comin'. Maybe you won't be knowin' the 
O'Donnels, but ye've never forgotten Kitty Clancy. 

Mrs. McM. Kitty Clancy — the friend of my childhood? 
No, indeed, I haven't forgotten her, though it's years and 
years since I saw her. So she married ? 

Granny. Not long after you left, and now she's a widdy 
woman with three big gurls. And she come out with me and 
brought them all — Maggie and Biddy and Moira. She'll be 
findin' you out, Norah, for I told her where I was comin'. 

Mrs. McM. I doubt Kitty wouldn't feel at home — here. 
And as for Eileen, she is going away soon; over the water to 
stay with Lady Macroom. What do you think of that, mother? 
Here is her letter. 

Granny. Foine, indade. And what does Eileen say ? 

Mrs. McM. Eileen is young and doesn't know what's best 
for her. But some day when she's made a grand match and 
has her own castle to live in, she'll thank me for planning for 
her. 

Granny. A grand match, is it? Didn't her father leave 
her enough money to keep her? 

Mrs. McM. I'm not thinking of money. I tell ye, Eileen 
can look high. 

Granny. Eileen won't look higher than a good heart, I'm 
thinkin'. 

Eileen. You're right. Granny. 

Mrs. McM. She won't throw her chances away. She'll 
remember how hard her father worked for her. 

(Eileen goes to window -seat and sits looking out.) 

Granny {with a sigh). Poor Dennis ! There wasn't an- 
other man ever courted you so determined, Norah. 

Mrs. McM. And niver a cross word out of him in all his 
life, mother. 

Granny. I remember the day he came to me and sez he, 
"Mrs. O'Ryan, I've asked your Norah to marry me." "In- 
dade," sez I, " and 'tisn't every wan will get me Norah for the 
askin'. And what," sez I, "have you got to offer her?" 
With that he stood up shtraight and tall and sez he, "Savin' 



AN IRISH INVASION 9 

these clothes, which is none too good" — and sure the poor 
bye was threadbare — "savin' these," sez he, "and me Sunday 
shirt, a lovin' heart, a good name and a shtrong arm," sez he, 
barin' his brown fist. And I sez, "Dennis, ye're worthy me 
Norah." 

Mrs. McM. May I never forgit him ! 

Granny. And so I bid ye good-bye and watched ye set 
sail fer Ameriky. 'Twasn't me as hung back waitin' fer a lord 
to come and pick ye up. And I'm glad I didn't turn an 
honest lad down, Norah McManus, or you wouldn't be a-sittin' 
here in this grand room with your darlin' Eileen beside ye and 
jest breakin' her hairt bekase she can't marry the man she 
loves. 

Mrs. McM. Oh, no, no ; she'll get over it. 

Enter Cel. 

Cel. Madame, zere is a woman says she must see you. 
And three girls with her. 

Mrs. McM. What do they want ? Did they give their 
name ? 

Cel. I ask ze name and ze business, but no, zey say zey 
will, moost see you, madame. 

Granny. 'Tis loike to be the O'Donnels theirselves. 

(^Excited voices heard off c.) 

Mrs. O'Donnel. I'll go in alone. You wait here, chil- 
ders. 'Tis not Kitty O'Donnel's afraid of a grand manner. 

Enter Mrs. O'D. She passes Cel., with her head up. Cel. 
looks scornful. 

Granny. Kitty it is. 

Mrs. O'D. Norah McManus, do you remember me, Kitty 
Clancy that was ? 

Mrs McM. Kitty ! Sure I do. {Rises.) 

Mrs. O'D. I knew ye wouldn't be too proud to see an old 
friend. And glad I am to meet you again, Norah. 

Mrs. McM. And I'm glad to see you, too. {Goes to her 
and kisses her.) Indeed, I am. 

Mrs. O'D. Mrs. O'Ryan, I told you I'd follow you up. 
And here I am. 

(Eileen comes down c.) 



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Granny. This is Eileen, my little granddaughter. 

Mrs. O'D. I'm proud to meet you, me dear. Your mother 
and me played together when we were little childern. 

Mrs. McM. They were happy days. (Sig/is.) 

Mrs. O'D. And I have three as foine gurls as iver came 
out of old Oireland, jest waitin' patient like in the entry. 

Mrs. McM. Bring them in, Kitty, bring them all in. 

(Mrs. O'D. goes up c.) 

Mrs. O'D. Come in, darlin's. {^Enter Maggie, Biddy and 
MoiRA O'DONNEL. They wear rather old-fashioned clothes 
and small hats. Moira is in short dresses, the other two are 
about seventeen and eighteen. All have rosy cheeks a fid a 
bashful manner. As soon as they enter each takes hold of the 
other' s hand, Moira in the middle.') Here they be. Mag- 
gie, Biddy and Moira. (Waves hand to each.) And proud 
to make your acquaintance. 

(The girls curtsey.) 

Mrs. McM. Oh, they're like you — you're like your mother 
when she was a girl, my dears. Eileen, come and speak to 
them. 

Eileen (going to them). Welcome to America ! (Moira 
runs to Granny and takes her hand.) Did you have a nice 
voyage ? 

Mag. Foine. 

Biddy. Foine. 

Eileen. And how do you like America ? 

Mag. 'Tis grand. 

Biddy. Grand. 

Eileen. I hope you will be happy here. 

Mag. Thank you, miss. 

Biddy. Thank you, miss. 

Eileen. Don't call me miss. Say Eileen. 

Mag. I will— Eileen. 

Biddy. Eileen. 

Moira (to Granny). This do be a grand house. 

Mrs. O'D. Oh, Norah, 'tis like a dream to see my chil- 
dern chattin' with yours. Do you remember the times we 
had ? I often think of them. 

Mrs. McM. Does it look the same — the old place ? 

Mrs. O'D. Not a shtone or a shtick of it changed since we 



AN IRISH INVASION II 

danced at Ballyiioo Fair. To my dyin* day I'll not fergit how 
we plucked geese and sold the feathers to buy new ribbands for 
the fair. 

Mrs. McM. Out under the old yew tree, and the feathers 
flew all over and onto the pig till you couldn't hardly tell if 
she was bird or baste. (^Laughs.') 

Granny. I well remember the time I had clearin' up after 
ye. 

Mrs. O'D. And how we danced at the fair, you with a 
blue ribband bound round yer purty yellow hair and me with 
a pink wan. And do you remember it was me Cousin Jerry 
sent me to ask would ye ride home with him in his new cart ? 
And you sez to me, " Kitty, I'd rather foot it with Dennis 
than ride with the King of England." But I didn't tell Jerry 
that. 

Mrs. McM. Oh, I was happy then. What it is to be 
young and light of heart ! 

Eileen. Mother, did you say that? That's just how I 
feel. Don't send me away. Let me stay here — and be happy 
too. 

Mrs. O'D. Sure, you're not going to send her away ? 

Mag. Oh, no; let her stay here with us. 

Biddy. Yes, with us. 

Granny. "lis better for her to be home. 

Mrs. McM. Oh, what can I do ? Seems to me you've all 
come on the wrong day. Here I was planning the best for 
Eileen — a grand marriage, castles, high position, maybe, who 
knows, a title. (Eileen goes to window.') And now you 
want me to give it all up. You've brought back the old days 
to me. You've made me almost think I was a young girl 
again, Kitty, and you, mother, and that nothin' mattered but to 
be with them you loved. Oh, don't say any more, don't say 
any more. 

Eileen. There's Stephen ! He sees me. He's looking 
up. What shall I do ? 

Granny (with excitement). Here, toss him this bokay. 
He'll know the manin* av that, or lads has changed since I was 
young. 

(Eileen throws the flowers out of the window. Mag., 
Biddy and Moira ail run up c. ) 

Eileen. He caught them. Oh, Stephen ! 



12 AN IRISH INVASION 

Mag. {at window). He kissed 'em. 

MoiRA. Kissed 'em. 

Biddy. Right in the middle of the road. 

Mag. My, he's a handsome gentleman. 

Eileen. And now he's coming in. Mother, what shall I 

say to him ? 

Mrs. McM. Tell him— tell him you are not going away, 
and anything else you think you should say, Eileen. 

Eileen. Oh, mother, how happy I am ! And it's all 
thanks to you. Granny {taking her hands)y and you, Mrs. 
O'Donnel. Yes, both of you with your talk of the old days. 
{Goes up c. ; softly.) He's— there. \^Exit, c. 



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Fruit Pedler, who plays a bunco 'BuJSD'P'EDUE.R^who arouses Mrs. Teb- 

game. bitts' sympathies. 

Spectacle Agent, who saves the Armenian Woman Pedler, who is 

family's eyesight. a fraud. 

Susie Pease, who sells soap (child). Rug Seller, who can sell Mrs. Teb' 

Mrs. Kellogg, who has tickets to sell. bitts nothing. 

THE MAN FROM BRANDON 

A FARCE IN ONE ACT 

By J. M. Taylor 

Three males, four females. Costumes modern; scene, an easy interior. 
Plays half an hour. A brisk and amusing piece, full of action and move- 
ment, touching on the popular football theme. Strongly recommended to 
such as desire a lively up-to-date play for young people. 

Price, 15 cents 

HER DEAF EAR 

A FARCE IN ONE ACT 

By Arlo Bates 

Two males, three females. Costumes modern ; scenery, an easy interior 
or none at all. Plays half an hour. A clever and ingenious play api>ealing 
to the best taste. 

Price, 15 cents 



New Farces 



A REGIMENT OF TWO 

A FARCICAL COMEDY IN TWO ACTS 

Bi/ Anthony E, Wills 

diUhor 9f "Liberty Corners," "All Charley's Fault," "Fighting 

FOR Freedom," etc. 

Six males, four females. Modern costumes. Scene, an interior, the same 
for all three acts. Plays a full evening. A lively, up-to-date farce, easy to 
produce and full of laughs from beginning to end. Well suited for amateur 
performance ; all the parts good — no small ones. German comedy charac- 
ters for both male and female, and " wild west" character part and English 
character comedy. Strongly recommended. 



Price, 25 cents 



CHARACTERS 

Arthite Sewall, a tTieoretical war- Jim Bitckner, known as *' The Par^ 

rior. son." 

Ira Wilton, Ms father-in-law, anoth- Conrad Melzer, a plumber. 

er. Eliza Wilton, Ira^s hetter-halS* 

Harry Brentworth, Arthur* s Grace Sewall, wr/e o/J[r<Mr. 

friend. LAURA Wilton, daughter of Ira* 

Reginald Dudley, an Englishman. Lena, a German maid. 



SYNOPSIS 

•J "J 

ACT L — ''"he Drawing Room of the Sewall Residence, New York City, 
** In Times 'eace Prepare for War." 

.' CT n. - :he same. " Off to the Front." 

ACT IlE' -Still the same. " Behold the Conquering Heroes Come.** 



LOOKING FOR TROUBLE 

A COMEDY SKETCH IN ONE ACT 

^« By J. Barnes 

Author o/"The Black Breach of Promise Case," " The Black Boabd- 

iNG House," etc. 

■^ix male characters. Scene, an easy interior ; costumes modern. Plays 
hjilf an hour. A rattling piece of fun, containing Irish, French and Negro 
lomedy characters, and a " tough" low comedy part. Very clean ; nothing 
jjDjectionable ; suited for schools if broad farce is desired. 

Price, 15 cetdn 



a. 5^. ^mero'fi Paps 



THE MAGISTRATE ^^^^^ *^ Three Acts. Twelve males, four 
females. Costumes, modem; scenery, all 
interior. Plays two hours and a half. 

THE NOTORIOUS MRS. EBBSMITP ?.-^r' ?° J""/ ^f " 

Ei,r' males, five females. 
Costumes, modem ; scenery, all interiors PI; ys a full evening. 

THE PROFLIGATE ^^^y^^^^^'^-A-cts. oeven males, five females. 
Scenery, three interiors, rather elaborate ; 
oostumes, modem. Plays a full evening. 

THE SCHOOI MISTRESS ^^^'^^^i^^^^^^-^^^^^-^^^^^^l^'S, seven 

females. Cost\imes, modern ; scenery, 
three interiors. Plays a full evening. 

THE SECOND MRS. TANQUERAY ^CvHra^.^^ 

tumes, modern ; scenery, three interiors. Plays a full evening. 

SWEPT LAYENDER ^°°^®<^y ^ Three Acts. Seven males, four 
^ females. Scene, a single interior; jstumes, 

modern. Plays a full evening. 

THE TIMES ^^'^^^^y ^ Pour Acts. Six males, seven nales. 
Scene, a single interior ; costumes, modern, . -^^vs a 
full evening. 

THE WEAKER SEX C<*™®<^y ^ Three Acts. Eight males, eight 
ULi TT L) LfU iji4J% females. Costumes, modern ; scenery, i;wo 
Interiors. Plays a full evening. 

A WIFE WITHODT A SMILE ZTfo^^'^Z.^Z..^::. 

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A^ YftlT I IITF IT Comedy in Five Acts. Thirteen males, four 
AD IVU Ltlli.Lt II females. Costumes, picturesque ; scenery, va- 
ried. Plays a full evening. • 

r A II IT I p Drama in Five Acts. Nine males^five females. Cos 



tumes, modern ; scenery, varied. . Plays a full evening. 

Play in Five Acts, Thirteen males, three females. 
Scenery varied ; costumes, Greek. Plays a full evening. 



MAPY '^TIIAUT Tragedy in Five Acts. Thirteen males, four fe- 
iTlAi\i JlUiini males, and supernumeraries. Costumes, of the 
period ^ scenery, varied and elaborate. Plays a full evening. 

TBE MERCHANT OF VENICE SretJiirelSnfa^ <SX:^^. 

picturesque ; scenery varied. Plays a full evening. 

DirHFT f FTI I*^3,y in Five Acts. Fifteen males, two females. Seen- 
iVlvllCLfll^U ery elaborate ; costumes of the period. Plays a full 
evening. 

THF WFVAT^ Comedy in Five Acts. Nine males, five females. 
1 llLi ul T ALfD Scenery varied ; costumes of the period. Plays a 
full evening. 

^HP ^TAHP^ Tft fANnTIFD Comedy in Five Acts. Fifteen 
JllC JlUUlJ lU l/UnyUCn males, four females. Scenery va- 
ried ; costumes of the period. Plays a full evening. 

TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WlU fZ^^nS:^: 

three females. Costumes, picturesque ; scenery, varied. Plays a 
full evening. '' 



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